After taking Megan to school, I drove to my office. The receptionist welcomed me as I stepped inside.
“Good morning! Everyone’s gathering upstairs.”
“Perfect. Thank you.”
I was ten minutes early. Near the conference room, someone was telling a story.
“You should’ve seen this crazy woman! Completely ruined my flight!” SupportCauses
I stopped. I knew that voice and approached the partly open door. Hearing him recount the same incident from the opposite side was almost too perfect to believe.
“She actually painted my toenails while I was sleeping!” the man continued indignantly.
A woman responded, sounding astonished.
“You’re kidding!”
“I wish I was! Some people have absolutely no manners!”
I pressed my lips tightly together. Of all the things he could complain about, he’d chosen manners.
Someone else asked a perfectly reasonable question.
“Well, what did you do to make her so angry?”
“Nothing! Absolutely nothing! She just couldn’t mind her own business!”
